Unrestrained silly garbage that earns points for big laughs, great (albeit ridiculous) action sequences, and the memories of seeing it in theatres at the tender age of 11 with a wimpy friend who was frightened to death.

Makes no sense picking it to the bones – this is straight frontal-cortex-Jello-mold mode, fill it up and deaden the senses with sugary soda pop and float. Don’t forget the butter for your corn. For all the shark movies in all the deep sea voyages in the world, the sweet hereafter is living it up in the moment and being OK with forgetting it by morning. Send picky for a walk and leave critical in the car.